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New Excuse
04:01
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Turn it off I don’t listen to the news
I get my thrills from a new pair of shoes
I like drugs and sometimes I abuse I’m always looking for a new excuse
I still can’t figure it out
I still can’t figure it out I still can’t figure it out, and it’s almost over
I still can’t figure it out
I still can’t figure it out I still can’t figure it out, but I’m getting closer
Don’t follow me
I’m going the wrong way
Don’t follow me
I’ve got nothing to lose
Don’t follow me
This is the same mistake
With a new excuse
I lost count of the times I went astray
Still suffering through till I get to payday
I could find my way but I still refuse
I’d rather look for a new excuse
I still can’t figure it out
I still can’t figure it out I still can’t figure it out, but I’m getting closer
I still can’t figure it out
I still can’t figure it out I still can’t figure it out, and I’m getting older
Don’t follow me
I’m going the wrong way
Don’t follow me
I’ve got nothing to lose
Don’t follow me
This is the same mistake
With a new excuse
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Don't follow me
Don't follow me
Don't follow me
With a new excuse
Don’t follow me
I’m going the wrong way
Don’t follow me
I’ve got nothing to lose
Don’t follow me
This is the same mistake
With a new excuse
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2. |
Heartbeat
03:42
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All the beautiful lips
That you never get to kiss
You go stumbling home
Where it doesnʼt exist
Poets muddy up the water
Try to make it seem deeper
Put the record on repeat
Till they're rippin' up the concrete
Everybody does time
In civilian pantomime
You go stumbling home
From the scene of the crime
Poets muddy up the water
Try to make it seem deeper
Put the record on repeat
Keep me busy in the backseat
I see it like a dream, a brass ring
A feeling that shivers into focus like a ghost
An oasis painted white, a dream alive
Spinning dizzy, hot with blood
A tribal beat
A heartbeat
Put the record on repeat
You can feel it in your heartbeat
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3. |
Saved
04:20
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Do you hear what I hear
Something on that radio caught my ear
Do you see what I see
I canʼt find the real thing
Just another shining screen
I am the reason why you're breathing
And you're standing upright
Your eyes are open and Iʼm out of my head
Itʼs been a long night
I wonʼt save your life again
This will be the last time
Do you feel what I feel
I canʼt stand to be myself
Can you make me someone else
Do you hear what I hear
I can hear your voice so clear
Melody inside my ear
You are the reason that Iʼm breathing
And Iʼm standing upright
Your eyes are open and Iʼm out of my head
Itʼs been a long night
I wonʼt save your life again
This will be the last time
I wonʼt save your life again
This is not a love thing
This is not a love thing
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4. |
Talking
04:10
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Talking is a waste of time
I can tell you with my mind
Spoken words are too defined
Talking is a waste of time
All these words before my eyes
Strange things that I don’t recognize
What a peculiar diagram
I don’t believe I understand
Talking is a waste of time
Talking is a waste of time
Strange sounds we make are all the same
Escape our lips again in vain
Don’t try to identify
Fathom how, there is no why
Don’t need no sound vibration
Turn on the silent station
Look up and see the stars
Abandon conversation
Talking is a waste of time
I can tell you with my mind
Spoken words are too defined
Talking is a waste of time
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5. |
Walls
03:25
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I hear the upstairs neighbors and their always falling down
Stumbling cross the ceiling and I wake up to the sound
Can you hear me, can you hear me
Knocking on the walls
Running voices, running voices, running thru my head
Wide awake, Iʼm wide awake and laying in my bed
Can you hear me, can you hear me
Knocking on the walls
Can you hear me
Can you hear me
Can you hear me
Can you hear me
Can you hear me
Can you hear me
Knocking on the walls
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6. |
Driving
05:01
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Yeah we go driving
Driving in your car tonight
Headed to the county line
Out to where the neon's bright
Yeah we go riding
Out to where we canʼt be seen
Holding hands and breaking clean
Riding out to a dream
What will we do now
What will we do
What will we do when we run out of road
Will you say something
Say something to make me feel
Feel like what we have is real
Sing while you're behind the wheel
Here comes our song
I can feel the beat so strong
Turn it up and sing along
Road is going on and on
What will we do now
What will we do
What will we do when we run out of road
You're so tough
Drinking from a broken cup
Fucking up and sleeping rough
Donʼt know when enoughʼs enough
Yeah we go driving
Driving in your car tonight
Headed to the county line
Out of sight and out of mind
What will we do now
What will we do
What will we do when we run out of road
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7. |
Subliminal Message
04:06
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There’s a loud noise I cannot hear
Held up inside of my head
Seducing my ego, inflating my fears
Words that will never be said
Whoa the white line
Whoa It’s divine
I’m getting a subliminal message
I’m getting a subliminal message
My eyes they don’t see the flash
On the TV
But I know it’s a secret for me
Whoa it’s so fine
Whoa In my mind
I’m getting a subliminal message
I’m getting a subliminal message
I’m getting a subliminal message
I’m getting a subliminal message
Whoa the white line
Whoa just in time
I’m getting a subliminal message
I’m getting a subliminal message
I’m getting a subliminal message
I’m getting a subliminal message
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8. |
Mixtape
03:52
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Iʼm gonna close my eyes
Iʼm gonna rewind time
Iʼm gonna disappear Into the song I hear
I put on your mixtape
The one that you gave me
The one that you made me
Made me crazy
All those years ago
All those years ago
Iʼve heard it all before
I wanna hear some more
I wanna sing along
And get the words all wrong
I put on your mixtape
The one that you gave me
The one that you made me Made me crazy
All those years ago
All those years ago
Iʼm gonna close my eyes
Iʼm gonna rewind time
I wanna hear that track
The one that brings you back
I put on your mixtape
The one that you gave me
The one that you made me
Made me crazy
All those years ago
All those years ago
Gonna rewind
Gonna rewind
Gonna rewind, oooh oooh
I put on your mixtape
The one that you gave me
The one that you made me
Made me crazy
All those years ago
All those years ago
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9. |
Lovers
04:18
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You take the drug
I take the drug
And we go down
Down to street
With all the faces all around
We are higher than the hills
High upon these pills
Dressed up just to kill
Killing just for thrills
All these lovers look for lovers
To be lovers yet another
Moving tight together, moving undercover
Lovers look for lovers
To be lovers yet another
SEND ANOTHER MESSAGE YEAH SEND IT TO ME
I WANT TO SEE the LOVE ON my SHINING SCREEN
IʼM LOOKING FOR LOVE
IʼM LOOKING FOR LOVE
They see our faces
They can only tell us yes
We get the digits, get the car
We get undressed
In a penthouse we are strangers
We higher than the stars
We take everything they have
We take everything they are
All these lovers look for lovers
To be lovers yet another
Moving tight together, moving undercover
Lovers look for lovers
To be lovers yet another
SEND ANOTHER MESSAGE YEAH SEND IT TO ME
I WANT TO SEE the LOVE ON my SHINING SCREEN
IʼM LOOKING FOR LOVE
IʼM LOOKING FOR LOVE
I know what I want and I want it right now
I donʼt feel it
Until you feel it
I donʼt see it
Until you see it
I donʼt want it
Until you want it
I donʼt feel it Until you feel it
Isnʼt that right
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10. |
Magick
03:46
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We are a banquet for the beast
Devoured by our own progress
Let the machines have their feast
I have closed my eyes
I have no regrets
We share divine
Space and time
Let’s disappear
Like magic
One day they’ll look around
From the point of no return
To see us screwing on the ground
While we watch the city burn
We share divine
Space and time
Let’s disappear
Like magic
Tomorrow may never be
As long as you’re here with me
Watching it fade away
Under the weeping tree
Falling down on our knees Crazy for you today
Baby let’s fade away
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The Gods Themselves Seattle, Washington
TGT are a dance punk band from Seattle, WA. Songwriting duo Astra Elane and Dustin Patterson exude art-punk bravado with angular guitars and hungry vocals shimmering atop disco undertones. For their upcoming release, “New Excuse” they teamed up with producer Stephen Hague, legend for his work with Peter Gabriel, Pet Shop Boys, Pretenders, New Order and many more. ... more
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